Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

I knew getting up earlier was a mistake

Sleep is fragile and precious to me, a chronic insomnia sufferer. Last night I had wretched insomnia, awake from 1:30 until some time after 3:30, at which point I stopped checking the clock. When I finally fell asleep, I was awakened by the 6 AM alarm clock from a dream that I was having sex with Paris Hilton.

Shudder.

If that fucking alarm clock had been set for later, I would never have had to learn what my sick, sick subconscious was doing.

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Now, when YOU have that dream, it's understandable. You're a hetero guy. But me... well, no. The only redeeming value was that in the dream I had some limits, some acts I was not willing to perform due to my lack of esteem for the other party.